Qin Ming leaned against the stone jar and his injuries were even worse, and he was panting heavily. The chest that was hit by the fire snake palm emitted the smell of barbecue, and the bones in his chest seemed to be cracked. But he did not scream or show weakness, and a bad smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Sister Zhao Min, don't shout so loudly, it's misunderstood."

"You crazy man! Bastard! You bastard!" Zhao Min screamed in shame and anger. She was about to attack again, but she touched the wound on her shoulder, which made her face turn pale.

"If I can slap it, don't talk nonsense. If I can't slap it, just get out." Qin Ming spat and took out the flying knife on his waist, took the pain and raised his breath, put on a strange posture, and gathered his strength in his right hand.

This is his life-saving skill. If Zhao Min hadn't had the fact that he hadn't had too much higher than him, he wouldn't have easily shown it.

"He can fly a knife?" Zhao Min did not hide his complaints to Zhao Lie. This flying knife technique was definitely not something that could be practiced in two or three years, and it was very tricky. With his power, it was amazing. It was not like he had practiced it casually, but it was more like a set of martial arts, but Qingyun Sect did not seem to have flying knife-like martial arts.

"I really don't know." Zhao Lie was depressed and frightened, and he also saw the unusualness of the flying knife.

"Hey, Sister Zhao Min, you are all exposed." Qin Ming whistled.

"Shameless!" Zhao Min hurriedly pulled her skirt, Qin Ming's eyes narrowed, and he seized the opportunity to wave his hand as soon as possible, and wanted to shoot a flying knife. But at this time, a sound of breaking wind sounded, and a young man with an iron sword rushed towards here. The iron sword was golden all over, and you could feel the sharp sword energy and intimidating bright light from afar.

"Jin Jian Cheng Mu? Damn it, why did he come here?" Zhao Min's face changed slightly, and she immediately tightened her torn clothes and rushed into the dense forest. Before leaving, she looked at Qin Ming angrily.

"Sister! Wait for me." Zhao Lie also recognized the person and ran away in a panic, not caring about Qin Ming anymore.

Qin Ming frowned slightly and put away his flying knife.

After a while, a boy in black came to Qin Ming and was very handsome. He was not a weak beauty, but a masculine beauty. His facial features were clear and angular, and his eyes were sharp and deep, and he felt that he gave people a sense of oppression.

The black dress cannot hide his heroic posture. The most eye-catching thing is actually the golden feathers embroidered on both sides of his collar. This is a special symbol, representing his noble identity - the Golden Peel Disciple!

The Qingyun Sect is of strict rank and is divided into ordinary disciples, elders’ personal disciples, and Jinling disciples.

Ordinary disciples are divided into lower-level disciples, middle-level disciples, and upper-level disciples.

The more than 8,000 disciples of Qingyun Sect are most of them ordinary disciples. The elders have only 600 disciples, while the Jinling disciples have only thirty, and there are only five in their teenage years.

The person in front of him is Jin Ling's disciple, one of the five new generation geniuses, Jin Jian Cheng Mu.

He has outstanding talent and has created many miracles of Qingyun Sect. The golden sword was a powerful weapon forged by the leader of Qingyun Sect himself, and he can emit sharp sword energy.

Qin Ming is an ordinary disciple, a lower-class disciple among ordinary disciples, or a lower-class disciple who was punished, and belongs to the lowest group. Compared with the people in front of him, there is an eagle in the sky and a sparrow on the ground.

"What happened?" Cheng Mu's tone was cold. He wanted to go to Yaoshan to get some spiritual herbs. He came over after hearing the sound of fighting on the way. The scene was in a mess, and there were flames on the ground. It was obvious that a fight had just happened.

Qin Ming is now in serious injuries, but Mu Cheng did not mean to help, but instead looked at Qin Ming with a bad look.

"It's okay, I'll bother you." Qin Ming turned around and wanted to leave, suppressing the severe pain and weakness.

"Stop!" Cheng Mu shouted coldly.

Qin Ming covered the wound on his chest and turned his back to Cheng Mu. "Say!"

"I have reminded you more than once that the stronger you are, the more severe the punishment you will be. Never think about leaving Qingyun Sect. You'd better be your servant, be in awe of everyone, if you can bow your head, don't look up, and if you can bend down, don't stand, so that you can get pardoned. If you want to return to your Thunder Ancient City one day earlier, do what I said one day earlier."

"Good intentions!" Qin Ming left the top of the mountain without looking back.

"I don't know what's wrong!"

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Don't think that you can be recognized by entering the Lingwu Realm. Your parents are sinners of Qingyun Sect. Their sins will be compensated for for your whole life. If you don't have the power to guide your martial arts, don't want to go further in the Lingwu Realm. I'm sure you will stop at the Sixth Heaven of Lingwu." Cheng Mu snorted coldly. He was the Jinling disciple who everyone respected and envied. He could not have paid attention to Qin Ming, a low-level disciple, but there was a special connection between him and Qin Ming - Yue Qing!

Yue Qing is one of the five golden-feathered disciples of the new generation of Qingyun Sect. She has a charming appearance, a talent recognized by other sects and sects, and a temperament that is as extraordinary as an immortal. She is the goddess in the hearts of all the disciples of Qingyun Sect.

Cheng Mu loves Yueqing and is also pursuing Yueqing fanatically.

But Yue Qing's heart was not with him at all.

Qin Ming ignored him anymore and dragged his fatigue and injuries to leave the top of the mountain. He had a faint smile on his face, but this smile made people feel distressed. Over the past eight years, he had encountered too many such fights. He also understood that as his strength increased, he would suffer more threats and frames, but he was not afraid, and would not lower his head and hold his tail to be a human being.

As long as you are alive, then stand.

As long as you stand, stand up and stand up.

Starting at noon, it started drizzling in the world.

Qin Ming returned to the warehouse to prepare lunch, said hello to the old man, took some food and hid himself in the mountainside behind the warehouse.

There are strange rocks and old trees. No one will notice this, and no one will come here.

It is this place that has become Qin Ming’s own private martial arts training ground.

Here, he has no smile, only seriousness.

From noon to late at night, Qin Ming swallowed the energy of life in the world, restored his energy and relieved his injuries.

Perhaps because I began to practice the second paragraph of the Life Sect, the recovery speed of my injuries this time was significantly faster.

"The sixth level of Lingwu Heaven is indeed not something I can challenge now. Strength, strength, I want strength."

Qin Ming gently stroked the scar on his palm print on his chest, and it will take some time to completely heal.

My own strength is still too weak, and I must become stronger and stronger.

After so many years of ups and downs, I finally entered the Lingwu Realm that I have always dreamed of. It is time to make a breakthrough and work harder than before.

"The best disciple! The disciple personally! The disciple Jinling!"

Qin Ming silently recited the disciple level of Qingyun Sect in his heart, different levels, different treatments, and different influences. If he could become a Jinling disciple, it would be equivalent to half an elder. He used to be just a spiritual realm and could not seek extravagance. Now he has finally broken into the spiritual martial arts realm. His primary goal is to get rid of his inferior disciple status. Only when his identity is improved can he be exposed to more martial arts, grow faster, and gain more benefits for the people of Thunder Ancient City.

"For myself, for my relatives, for the ancient city of Thunder." Qin Ming jumped up, calmed his mind, slowly waved his feet, bent and stretched his hands, and launched a wonderful starting posture.

Who said he could not know how to do martial arts? This is the starting move of the martial arts "Vajra Power", which is a martial arts mastered by Di Yun, a disciple of Qingyun Sect.

According to the strict sect rules of Qingyun Sect, the martial arts must not be taught privately. Any disciple borrowing martial arts from Wuzong Pavilion must register, and the return time is marked. The elders must also clearly register the martial arts teaching disciples.

Qin Ming had never consulted martial arts books, which he took the risk of learning. Taking advantage of the opportunity of delivering goods everywhere, he observed Di Yun's every battle and experience, kept it in mind, and went through years of hard practice and continuous improvement, and finally integrated it. In fact, he created this set of mutated Vajra power.

This set of martial arts is of the top-grade spirit level. The strongest can increase a person's explosive power by five times. It is very domineering, but it has extremely strict physical requirements. First of all, you must forge your body into steel and iron bones before it can be used vigorously, otherwise it will easily hurt yourself.

Qin Ming actually secretly learned a lot of martial arts, such as the Slitting Wind Sword of his own disciple Sima Yao, the Cangyun Spear of his own disciple Yuchi Bin, and the Six-Hori Palm of his own disciple Leng Ming, and finally decided to practice Vajra Power with all his strength.

His physique is unique. After years of tempering, his physical condition is far superior to others. He can easily control this set of Vajra power that others dare not try.

The Vajra Power is divided into five sections of force. Qin Ming himself studied the first three sections, but because the last four or five sections are too profound, it has not been successful.

However, the first three sections are enough for him to fully display his strength.

"A piece of the way, the King Kong subdue the tiger!" Qin Ming ran in a strait, agile and fast, moving around in the forest, and blasting his fists to hit the giant tree in front of him.

"Click."

The ancient tree was surrounded by two people, trembling violently, and a dark hole was made, which was directly penetrated by Qin Ming's Vajra power.

Qin Ming's strongest punch can reach 600 kilograms, and this punch is definitely more than 1,000 kilograms.

Qin Ming moved in a staggering manner, dust flew, dead leaves danced, and howling strong winds were whistling.

Bang! Boom!

The deafening roar sounded repeatedly on the remote mountainside. Qin Ming released himself with all his strength, immersed in the ascetic practice of martial arts. The giant trees and strange rocks were all his targets of attack. Many of the giant stones here were carried by him.

He was not qualified to practice in the martial arts field, so he built a venue by himself.

"Second stage, Vajra Tower!"

"Three sections, King Kong shakes the mountain!"

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Qin Ming shook his body and his arms as he ran, and his strength increased three times, shattering a huge rock two-tall height. The dust fog surging and the rocks splashed, trembling in the darkness.

Each section doubles its strength and will bring a strong load to your body. When Qin Ming casts the third section, blue veins have already crawled all over the body and the surface of the skin turns red.

Qin Ming has practiced the first three stages of Vajra Power, but he pursued a higher level. He wants to integrate his thunder and lightning into it, so that the power of Vajra Power will be enhanced again.

"Click!"

"Boom!"

All kinds of muffled sounds came one after another, occasionally mixed with the harsh sound of electric light gathering.

Qin Ming sweated in the dense forest, released himself happily, and studied his martial arts hard.

No one will guide or help, he will be exploring everything himself.

He practiced until early midnight. Qin Ming lay on his back on the cold stone, looking at the dizzy night, drizzling with drizzle, silently calming down the hot qi and blood in his body. He usually used Vajra power for up to two hours, but today it was more than half an hour. The powerful force shocked his body to a boil, and his whole body was steaming, and the blood seemed to be boiling.

As he looked, two figures seemed to appear in the dull sky, smiling at him.

Qin Ming smiled, but two tears oozed out of the corners of his eyes and murmured.

"Father...Mother..."

"Boy... miss you..."
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